"My Little Needle"
i'll come down to get you high. or maybe sing you a lullaby. sing you to sleep, a sleep you'll never wake from. sing you to coma so to speak. and when i fall down, i'll fall apart. trade in my bike for a shopping cart. and beg change from a world that needs some, like i need someone. so where are you my little needle? the stack's been burned away, but i'm so inebriated that i cannot see three feet in front of me. between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in. lately i've been feeling dead inside, like my guts have dried up and died. but every night i water them back to life, yeah every night i water them back to life. and when i fall down, i'll fall apart. trade in my bike for a shopping cart. and beg change from a world that needs some. i'm tired of sleeping alone. so where are you my little needle? the stack's been burned away, but i'm so inebriated that i cannot see three feet in front of me. between the moon and you, lunacy is setting in.
BACKSTREET BOYS LYRICS - Hologram
"Hologram"
[Brian]
I-I-I gotta make-make my way-way-way through all of these people
Gotta pay-pay all of this money just so-so I-I can see you
I’m about to act a dog on you, gonna release a dog on you
I’m about to bon-bon chicka bon-bon-bon-bon
Run it back till I bon-bon-bon, and show ‘em up
[Howie]
And I got technology, x-ray vision; any game I can see through
I get static every time you speak; frequency, gotta be equal
I’m tired of playing, can’t even hear the stuff you saying
Cause it’s like round (round, round, round)
(round, round, round)
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
[Nick]
You want me to flip the switch out so I-I can be your victim
I ain’t gonna slip up, like going outside in the rain with no umbrella
What the hell do you take me for? I’m’a take a different route
I’m about to bon-bon chicka bon-bon-bon-bon
Run it back, do the bon-bon-bon, and show ‘em up
[AJ]
Baby you’re a choo-choo train, baby put that thing on me
You’d rather see my main frame, not the cage, and see another side of me
And she be like T-minus-seven before my system shuts down
And in fact I think I’m ‘bout to shut it down right now
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
[Brian]
I’m tired of playing with you, right now I think your time’s up
Giving mixed signals that I don’t have control of
I’m losing my mind, perfect model before my time
Download to my instant data; give me a sock and I can plug it in
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
[Brian]
I-I-I gotta make-make my way-way-way through all of these people
Gotta pay-pay all of this money just so-so I-I can see you
I’m about to act a dog on you, gonna release a dog on you
I’m about to bon-bon chicka bon-bon-bon-bon
Run it back till I bon-bon-bon, and show ‘em up
[Howie]
And I got technology, x-ray vision; any game I can see through
I get static every time you speak; frequency, gotta be equal
I’m tired of playing, can’t even hear the stuff you saying
Cause it’s like round (round, round, round)
(round, round, round)
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
[Nick]
You want me to flip the switch out so I-I can be your victim
I ain’t gonna slip up, like going outside in the rain with no umbrella
What the hell do you take me for? I’m’a take a different route
I’m about to bon-bon chicka bon-bon-bon-bon
Run it back, do the bon-bon-bon, and show ‘em up
[AJ]
Baby you’re a choo-choo train, baby put that thing on me
You’d rather see my main frame, not the cage, and see another side of me
And she be like T-minus-seven before my system shuts down
And in fact I think I’m ‘bout to shut it down right now
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
[Brian]
I’m tired of playing with you, right now I think your time’s up
Giving mixed signals that I don’t have control of
I’m losing my mind, perfect model before my time
Download to my instant data; give me a sock and I can plug it in
[AJ and All]
Hologram
I’m pushing up close but it’s hard to get to ya
Hologram
There’s a glitch in the system, tell me what I gotta do now (oh damn)
Hologram
Illusion, confusion, I’m losing ground
Whoa, hologram
(hey, hologram, hey, hologram, hey)
Whoa, hologram
THE FRATELLIS LYRICS - Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird
"Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird"
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And one fine day, now
It was typical
I was wonderful
He was critical
He lived down my street
Owned a Jaguar
No matter where you are
That's a girlies car
All around you
He never seen a word
He's always out of work
He's never seen a word
Got no gyro
He didn't need it though
He stole cars, ya know
Though he had the sneakiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die
Didn't try
Well oh my
And all the girls were weepin when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
Go to bed
Oh instead
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And he chased them right down
From the batting cage
So we could catch him up
Smash his pretty face
Bang bang bang bang
With the bluebird and
We were getting tanned
by an armed band
He sped away
Past the studio
The cigarillo
And the fratellio
We got wased
Then we went to bed
Got the train instead
Though he had the cheekiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die
Didn't try
Well oh my
(well oh my)
And all the girls were weepin when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
were dead
oh instead
Oh instead
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
He swiped it, he swiped it
And we don't care because we got us a payroll and banjo
(?) a halo oh yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
La la-la, la la-la,
La la-la, Laaaaa
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And one fine day, now
It was typical
I was wonderful
He was critical
He lived down my street
Owned a Jaguar
No matter where you are
That's a girlies car
All around you
He never seen a word
He's always out of work
He's never seen a word
Got no gyro
He didn't need it though
He stole cars, ya know
Though he had the sneakiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die
Didn't try
Well oh my
And all the girls were weepin when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
Go to bed
Oh instead
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And he chased them right down
From the batting cage
So we could catch him up
Smash his pretty face
Bang bang bang bang
With the bluebird and
We were getting tanned
by an armed band
He sped away
Past the studio
The cigarillo
And the fratellio
We got wased
Then we went to bed
Got the train instead
Though he had the cheekiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die
Didn't try
Well oh my
(well oh my)
And all the girls were weepin when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
were dead
oh instead
Oh instead
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
He stole it, he stole it
He crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard
He rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly
And not so much as a halo oh, yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
He swiped it, he swiped it
And we don't care because we got us a payroll and banjo
(?) a halo oh yeah-lo
His favourite colour was black because he stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
La la-la, la la-la,
La la-la, Laaaaa
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS LYRICS - We Call Upon The Author
"We Call Upon The Author"
What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain
Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to explain
Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we call upon the author to explain
He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune
There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame
And we call upon the author to explain
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet
Ask me things, but I don'r know where to start
They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heart
And once again I call upon the author to explain
We call upon the author to explain
Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's fucked up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain
I call upon the author to explain
Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseease
Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
And we call upon the author to explain
Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)
Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures
Then tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain
I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix
Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain
Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you
And again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain
Prolix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
What we once thought we had we didn't, and what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain
Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets, we've shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things, they look so sad and old as they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain
And then we call upon the author to explain
Rosary clutched in his hand, he died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we call upon the author to explain
He said everything is messed up around here, everything is banal and jejune
There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me in this idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame
And we call upon the author to explain
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
Prolix! Prolix! Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
Well, I go guruing down the street, young people gather round my feet
Ask me things, but I don'r know where to start
They ignite the power-trail ssstraight to my father's heart
And once again I call upon the author to explain
We call upon the author to explain
Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing that mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker, it's fucked up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain
I call upon the author to explain
Oh rampant discrimination, mass poverty, third world debt, infectious diseease
Global inequality and deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
And we call upon the author to explain
Now hang on, my friend Doug is tapping on the window (Hey Doug, how you been?)
Brings me back a book on holocaust poetry complete with pictures
Then tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain
I say prolix! Prolix! Something a pair of scissors can fix
Bukowski was a jerk! Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet papier mache, went the Heming-way weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain
Down in my bolthole I see they've published another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
"The waves, the waves were soldiers moving". Well, thank you, thank you, thank you
And again I call upon the author to explain
Yeah, we call upon the author to explain
Prolix! Prolix! There's nothing a pair of scissors can't fix!
KILLING HEIDI LYRICS - Outside Of Me
"Outside Of Me"
Always were out of time, the action makes you smile...
When your hands are by your sides.
Feed the tree that you love, a light
comes from above, then it fades before your eyes.
Do you see it? Do you feel it? Well I mean it...
Your right outside of me didn't seem to care.
Well you had your hold on me - you know it's not fair.
Make it last for the time, keep it with your eyes
Yeah it's you they're thinking of.
Making it last for the while - turns into a style...
When you feed the tree you love.
Do you feel it? Do you see it? Well I mean it..
[Chorus]
You wake up, you take up, you pace round, you're spaced out,
You're taken up with what you see.
One more time - what you see, say it's not fair.
[Chorus]
It's not fair.
Always were out of time, the action makes you smile...
When your hands are by your sides.
Feed the tree that you love, a light
comes from above, then it fades before your eyes.
Do you see it? Do you feel it? Well I mean it...
Your right outside of me didn't seem to care.
Well you had your hold on me - you know it's not fair.
Make it last for the time, keep it with your eyes
Yeah it's you they're thinking of.
Making it last for the while - turns into a style...
When you feed the tree you love.
Do you feel it? Do you see it? Well I mean it..
[Chorus]
You wake up, you take up, you pace round, you're spaced out,
You're taken up with what you see.
One more time - what you see, say it's not fair.
[Chorus]
It's not fair.
THREE DAYS GRACE LYRICS - Just Like You
"Just Like You"
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
On my own, cause I can't take living with you
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you
Want me to
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you
I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
On my own, cause I can't take living with you
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you
Want me to
You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you
MELISSA ETHERIDGE LYRICS - Precious Pain
"Precious Pain"
Everybody's got a hunger
No matter where they are
Everybody clings to their own fear
Everybody hides some scar
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
Everybody's got a reason
To abandon their plan
How can I think of tomorrow
With my sorrow in hand
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
Each road that I walk down
Reminds me of you
This whole town is haunted
There'll never be anything new
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
Everybody's got a hunger
No matter where they are
Everybody clings to their own fear
Everybody hides some scar
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
Everybody's got a reason
To abandon their plan
How can I think of tomorrow
With my sorrow in hand
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
Each road that I walk down
Reminds me of you
This whole town is haunted
There'll never be anything new
Precious pain
Empty and cold but it keeps me alive
I gave it my soul so that I could survive
Keeping me safe in these chains
Precious pain
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